Don't let the voices steer you away
Especially your own
Do it now
Before you are even close to ready
At the onset of the vision
Do it all too seemingly prematurely
That is where you allow the magic to find you
Where the reason is most pure
Directly connected to your essence
Where the heart is loudest
Before the virtue of the mind takes over and alters its form;
stagnating all opening
Honor the Divine calling in its glory by obliging
A moment's pause in pondering the outcomes will only vanish the possibility.
And oh, what a bitter taste and robbery of a heartbeat, when the moment has passed.
The moment, leaving you, just as you abandoned it by waiting in vein.
Regret is a muddied tunnel, useless in visiting.
A mouthful leaving you hungry.
Lest when its ghost insists on paying a visit, as a gift for the next time you should hesitate to taste the dream dripping from your chin.
What I could have been.
How tall I could have grown.
How gracefully I could have lived.
I ignored the best parts of me.
I clipped my wings.
I sewed my tongue.
Music for on one else to hear; turned into factory inspiration hymns.
I hid.
I hid my one precious spirit.
Have I forsaken you?
Tell me how I can love you.
How can I begin to repair the silencing I have made of you?
The oppression I projected onto you.
How can I proclaim your beauty to the world?
I hope I can help your fair skin trust in the sun again.
Tell me were to begin again.
In the delicate sweetness of ripe nectar already lived.
Guide me to raise the ground to meet your footing.
I am here.
I am finally here.
This balance; Acknowledging as life is here now, dancing with this friction.
The questioning of what could have been, pulling away from what is.
Back and forth, pulling away from feeling unsettled.
Only to someday notice that this seemingly backwards force, was actually positioning for a trajectory towards your evolution.
Finding yourself elsewhere where you thought you would be.
Finding yourself where a soul more expansive than you had envisioned
You were destined to meet this moment now.
Where the tenderness of what could have been, bows to life as it was.
Where with every breath, you discover yourself allowing a new life to happen for you.
In your honor
As it came to be
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